I know some lil' niggas that cream That pop a bitch on camera and we ain't talkin' twerk team Shootin' up cribs porches to smokescreens Mama nightmares chasin' her pipe dream Hard to give advice the mind of the call So his limits have ceilings cause his pop behind School a free meal Streets a cheap thrill Same prices pa paid he pay a cheap deal empty but he lookin' for a refill Revolver breakdancin, yeah he make that bitch Guess he's just a in the city in the Chrysler Everybody livin' nigga lookin' just to ice you So we hostile just to cop some Aeropostale Trenchcoat Mafia, for a Hollister get his dollas up So we hit the dice all his re-up, now he rob the dice game Probation violation his ass the son of Satan Got these old niggas scared like crystal lake and Jason Cause they been through cases they tryna go back meat up on the street he give a fuck about that Snatchin' Carti's wear 'em same damn week Tryna get the same bitches on the same damn Rob a ho ass nigga at the same damn At the same time, at the same damn time Cause gremlins
He just wanna smoke kush And fuck with hoes at the mall For that shit, he it all Baby face and all, my lil' gotta ball, lil' nigga gotta ball Run up on you where that at Fuck after that Lean in that cup Lil nigga up Pop a nigga And he don' feel You do it in the song, he do it for real And all his OGs is dead or in prison Scared to talk to him like, fuck it won't listen Unnecessary shit, thinkin' he has to A pair of True Religions dog, my nigga blast you Listenin' to 2 Chainz, ain't thinkin' college I wonder if he knew that 2 went to college I wonder if he knew that, would change his mind? Guess that's somethin' we'll in due time